03/06/2014

Resurrection




She is alive,
Right here inside
Next to the
Garbage that I didn’t throw out yet
And the uncut grass in the garden

Alongside last year's tax receipts
And all of the
Broken relationships,
Forgotten friendships,
Neglected plants that withered and died
Long ago,
And my guilt for them.
My guilt.

Who knew?!
Here she lives
Right here
Alongside the homeless addict
Who plagues me daily to numb
And avoid my pain
Begging for spare change
“Can you spare some change mate”
As if that’s all he deserves.
Spare
Change.

My love doesn’t mind!
She doesn’t judge all those
Problems the way I d(id).

She simply opens Her arms and waits
For me to fall into them
So patiently.